The Cottages On Silver Beach. RaeAnne Thayne

Let it go. It doesn’t matter. We know the truth. I didn’t hurt Elizabeth. The answer to where she went has to be out there. Someday we’ll find out the truth.

      She wasn’t as sanguine as he was, facing down the haters with her brother’s typical quiet patience. The reminder of all those slings and accusations made her fists clench again.

      “Luke is just starting to put his life back together again. His business has picked up and Cassie and Bridger are doing better. The other kids at school no longer bring it up every day. Sometimes two or three days can go by without someone mentioning her. They’re moving on, Elliot. The last thing any of us needs is for some hotshot big-city FBI agent to waltz in and start stirring up the past again.”

      “I’m only looking over old reports. That’s all.”

      That wasn’t all and both of them knew it. If people found out someone like Elliot—considered a hometown hero by many, the very antithesis of Luke—was combing through Elizabeth’s case file, the sludge would come bubbling up to the surface again. All the old accusations and false claims. She couldn’t bear it.

      “You can do it somewhere else.” She faced him down, willing her lips to stop quivering. “Gather your things and get out of my cottage.”

      He looked startled. “What? Are you serious?”

      “Do I look like I’m joking? I take threats to my family very seriously indeed. Get out.”

      “I paid in advance for two more weeks.”

      “So I’ll refund the balance. Do you honestly think any amount of money you could pay me would be worth letting you put my family through hell again? There are other rental properties in town. Find one of those.”

      “I don’t want another one. I like this one. The bed is comfortable, it has a great view and it’s quiet. No one bothers me here.”

      “Too bad for you. What you like or want stopped being important to me the moment I saw you were digging into Elizabeth’s case again.”

      He leaned a shoulder against the door frame and studied her with an intensity that left her feeling exposed and disquieted. “I must admit, I find your reaction interesting. What are you so afraid I’ll find in those files?”

      She glared. “Nothing! I just don’t want you dragging up the past.”

      “I would think any loving family who lost someone important to them would want to know the truth about what happened to her.”

      “Of course I want to know. But I would prefer an unbiased investigator, not someone who already has an ax to grind against my brother.”

      “I am an unbiased investigator,” he said, sounding stung.

      “You haven’t been unbiased in seven years! Admit it! Luke used to be a friend, but from the moment Elizabeth disappeared, you’ve been clear about what you think. You made up your mind he was guilty from the very beginning, didn’t you?”

      “I’m only interested in the facts. There was blood found in their home. Elizabeth’s blood.”

      “That could have been left there days or weeks before she went missing!”

      “Or it could have been left by her that night when her husband killed her.”

      “Except he didn’t! I know he didn’t and some part of you knows that as well.”

      “I can’t be certain of anything.”

      Though she knew where he stood from his actions and his attitude since Elizabeth’s disappearance, hearing his blunt words still cut through her. “How can you say that? He was your friend. You know him. You know he is not capable of hurting a woman, especially not someone he loved as much as he loved Elizabeth.”

      “I have a police report here that would say otherwise.” He picked up one of the files from the bottom.

      Megan knew what it was, what it had to be, and suddenly she wanted to cry. The tears welled up in her throat and she had a hard time swallowing past them.

      This was why Luke was the prime suspect in his wife’s disappearance. One moment—and one sad, troubled woman.

      “Yes, you can see the police were called by the neighbors who reported a domestic disturbance. But as you read the report, you can see no charges were ever filed against my brother. The report was of shouting and crying coming from the house. Not of anyone actually witnessing abuse. Your father wrote on the file misunderstanding.”

      She had seen the report. And more than that, she knew Elizabeth’s fragile emotional state leading up to it.

      “Women are often afraid to file charges,” Elliot said. “The law requires that one of the parties should be removed from the home temporarily during the investigation. Clearly, that didn’t happen on the night in question. I’m not sure why, but that’s not the point. The disturbance was reported to police, which indicates something happened that night.”

      “It indicates nothing, only that Elizabeth was mentally unstable before she disappeared. You’ve got that in your reports, too, don’t you? She was on medication for postpartum depression. She wasn’t acting like herself. Luke was afraid to leave her alone with the kids, for crying out loud. He paid a babysitter to care for them in the day, worked a full-time job, then came home to take care of them all night.”

      He continued gazing at her in that stony, emotionless way that made her want to scream, as irrational as Elizabeth in those last months.

      She sighed. “I don’t know why I’m wasting my breath. Your mind is made up. Nothing I say will convince you that Luke is a victim here, just like his children. He lost his wife, they lost their mother, but Luke hasn’t been allowed even a moment to grieve for Elizabeth. The people around Lake Haven are too busy whispering about him and throwing around baseless accusations.”

      “Not completely baseless.”

      “Fine. Then wholly circumstantial. If the Haven Point Police Department or the sheriff’s office had anything more concrete against him, they would have filed charges years ago. Instead, he’s been hung out to dry to face the whispers.”

      Despite her best efforts to hold them in, a hot tear escaped and slipped down the side of her nose. She swiped at it angrily even as his gaze seemed to sharpen. She wasn’t upset that she cried, only that he saw her at it.

      “I want to know the truth,” Elliot said quietly. “Yes, Luke was my friend. So was Elizabeth. If she’s out there somewhere, I want to find her.”

      “While staying at my inn, eating my breakfast, walking my stretch of beach. And I’m just supposed to stand by and give you a place to sleep while you ruin my brother’s life? What kind of woman do you think I am?”